Midday

[briz]

Nimloth walked slowly into the clearing and sank painfully down under a large oak tree. It was burning hot and she was beginning to tire. She walked barefoot everywhere but the thorns a few miles back had made them red raw. She knew she was in common land; a point which showed she was getting the layouts of the land well carved into her mind. Of course there was a chance she might run into that dratted Zebrai here but with the Rebellion lands a good few miles off she was too tired and too homesick to move on further. Remembering her sister's crooning voice when she'd hurt herself brought tears to Nimloth's eyes, and to her surprise she curled up over her knees and uttered and gut wrenching sob. It echoed round the empty clearing startling a bird, but that made her cry harder; she was always alone. Always. Her grief at her family's loss made her ache for revenge, her reason for joining the Rebellion; if this so called King had ruled better her family would not have been decimated so; it wasn't fair!

And now she was alone again; she hadn't met anyone in the Rebellion lands so far and she was now hungry and tired. She buried her head in her knees and rocked herself gently, singing an elvish lullaby which every so often was broken by a sob and a few tears.